Notes: Hello! It’s been a little bit since I’ve posted. I’m busy now that I’m back at work full time but this idea was stuck in my brain so I wanted to write thigh riding hcs for the Haitani brothers. No beta, and I don’t typically write hcs, usually just Drabbles or fics, so sorry if this is awkward at all! Let me know if there are any errors!
Warnings: MINORS DNI! 18+ readers only, thigh riding (obviously), name calling (whore, slut, etc), Rin is kinda mean, orgasm denial, over stim, I think that’s it??
Pairings: Ran x f!reader & Rindou x f!reader
Ran:
- Super into thigh riding, won’t even try to hide how much he loves it.
- He would definitely say things to tease you, loving how you’d whimper from his words and grind your hips against him even harder.
- Ran couldn’t stay idle watching you be so lewd for him, his hands would be skimming up and down your waist, roughly digging his fingers into your plush hips to force you to rub harder against him, abusing your poor, sensitive clit.
- His favorite part would be forcing you to keep going after you cum, seeing crystal-like tears gleaming in the low light as your body would quiver and you cry, begging him “no m-more, can’t take it-ah.”
- He’d suck marks all over your throat, a deep chuckle leaving his lips as you push against his chest pleading for mercy, but your hips would still be smearing your juices and staining his slacks. You never can get enough of him, just like he aches deeply for you.
“Keep going, princess, I know you can, so needy,” Ran’s husky voice sent shivers down your spine. You wanted to deny it, you were exhausted, your muscles straining, movements shaky and unsteady, but it felt so good, the synapses firing over and over in your brain, your pleasure all encompassing. You should feel ashamed, still needing more after Ran had fucked your brains out twice, your grinding on his thigh easy due to your leaking pussy and his cum that flowed out of you nonstop.
He turned you into an animal, pulling out your base instincts and turning you into a live wire, raw with need and hunger. You moaned loudly, your back arching as he flexed his thigh and pressed your legs down so your puffy clit dragged against him roughly. His grip on your hips tightened as you threw your head back, if it weren’t for him you would’ve fallen over, but you were too swept up in the sensations flooding your body. Like a dam bursting, the pleasure that had been growing steadily in your abdomen burst and you gushed all over his leg, a mixture of his cum and your own fluids dripping onto the floor as you loudly called out his name.
He caught you as you slumped forward onto him, your whole body shaking, the feeling of his calloused hands gliding over your back helped bring your back down to earth as you continued to tremble in his arms. The look on his face was downright embarrassing, he looked at you as if you were the most desperate slut he’d ever met, and maybe you were, but he loved that he could turn you into such a mess.
“You’re not finished yet, good girls clean up their messes,” his words flowed seamlessly from his mouth, as if he wasn’t even affected by the show you’d put on as he moved you off his lap so you were kneeling on the floor between his spread legs. You blinked up at him hazily, slow to comprehend his meaning. He pushed some hair out of your face and you nuzzled into his touch. “Don’t tell me I fucked you dumb,” he gripped your hair harshly and pressed your face against his thighs smearing some of his cum that had dribbled out of you all over your face and making you whimper, “Clean it up.” Understanding washed over you and your chest tightened as you stuck your tongue out and lapped up the mess you’d made. “That’s it, just like that.”
Rindou:
- Rindou is definitely meaner than his older brother. Ran says things to tease or embarrass you, but Rin aims to make you cry.
- There’s something that makes him feel so powerful, watching you drag your cunt against his thigh, your little hole twitching around nothing, desperate to have him fuck you into the bed.
- His words should hurt, “Such a needy whore, what an easy fuck, you’d let anyone touch you so long as you got to cum right?” The expression on his face dark, but he couldn’t hide the flush from his cheeks, how his breathing would deepen and hitch as you’d cry out for him.
- He’d leave his slacks on, typically staying fully dressed, but making you take everything off, only adding to your shame as you clung to his shoulders and moaned his name, his harsh words only pushing you to do better and tightening the coil in your stomach.
- He may act mean and indifferent, but he can’t hide from you. You know he loves this and you regardless of his insults.
“Look at you, I just got home, and you’re already whoring yourself out.” The grip he had in your hair forced you to look at the wet spot you’d left on his slacks. “Couldn’t even wait until I’d changed, all you’re good for is being desperate, don’t forget that.” Tears welled up in your eyes, he’d been saying things like that the entire time, not even touching you except to pull your hair, and yet, you couldn’t stop. You held his shoulders to steady yourself, burying your face in his neck as you cried out when he lifted his leg as you hastened your movements.
“Pl-please Rin, feels ah so good-mm want you to fuck me.”
He let out a breath, his ribs tightening as he looked at you, tears dripping down your cheeks, mouth open and whimpering for him. “Why should I?” He couldn’t give into you that easily, you had to work for it.
“Need you so bad,” more tears fell from your eyes and his dick twitched. He wrapped a hand around your neck, his thumb pushing into your warm, wet mouth. Your tongue swirled around his finger as you nipped at it and your hips sped up, pressing down against him harder. He could tell you were getting close, your movements were jerky, and he could feel the muscles in your thighs shaking.
“You going to cum from riding my thigh, you little slut? Is that really all it takes?” You were so close, right on the edge, and you were sent flying over as he pressed his leg against your cunt and dug his teeth into your neck. His hands wrapped around your hips and forced you to keep moving as you came all over this thigh, the rough fabric of his slacks rubbing against your clit and causing you to push against his chest.
“Stop please, Rin, h-hurts,”
“Does it? You were so needy a minute ago, I think you can keep going.” The over stimulation had you wanting to pull away, but the pain and pleasure coursing through your veins mingled together intoxicatingly, and you found yourself approaching a second high as he forced your body to continue. Your hands now gripped his shirt tightly, your hips moving with him instead of fighting as you got close to cumming again. Then suddenly his movements ceased and he held you in place. The tears that had stopped flooded your eyes as you tried to keep moving, but Rindou held you firmly in place, “What now? I thought you wanted me to stop.”
Notes: Alright so this one is self-indulgent, I wrote it when I was having a Rough Week™️ BUT I hope it’s still enjoyable to read! MINORS DNI! This post is NOT for you! No beta for this, I am simply too lazy to ask anyone so… 🤪
Warnings: 18+ readers only, overuse of the word finger, use of the pet name princess
Pairings: Makki x f! Reader
Wc: 900ish
Sunlight drifted into your chilly apartment, the air always more frigid this time of year. Warm breath caressed the back of your neck and the arm slung over your waist flexed as you rolled away from Takehiro. Grumbling, he yanked you back into his warm, bare chest. You had no clue how he could stand to sleep with no shirt. The cold front that had come through caused your room to be freezing this morning. Instead of fighting his grip and getting up to make yourself some coffee, you snuggled into him.
“Mornin’ princess,” Makki said as he pressed a few kisses against the back of your neck and pulled you even closer.
“Good morning ‘Hiro, it’s freezing in here,” you said with a shiver. His quiet laughter rumbled in his chest as he nuzzled into your hair, still able to smell your shampoo.
“Is my precious baby cold this morning?”
You knew if you turned around there would be a shit eating grin on his face. He didn’t keep up his teasing, however, and slid his warm hand under your long sleeve shirt, rubbing over your stomach gently and sharing his warmth. Practically purring at the heat he gave off, you sighed and snuggled deeper into the covers.
“How are you feeling besides cold? Did you sleep okay?” He was sweet for asking, Makki had been doting on you since you’d had a rough week.
“I’m okay baby, thank you for asking,” you replied sweetly, and he placed a few kisses along your shoulder in response.
“You deserve to be spoiled, no more worrying for you.” His hand slid lower over your abdomen, rubbing over the lace top of your underwear, teasingly dipping two fingers in and snapping the waistband against your skin. “Just lay here and take it, baby girl, can you do that for me?” He asked, his heated eyes catching yours as you glanced at him over your shoulder, and your core pulsed in response to the lust swirling in his gaze.
You nodded in response and a seductive smirk lined his face, and he pressed a sinful kiss against your lips, his tongue sliding sensually into your mouth, pulling a soft moan from you. His long fingers slid under the soft material of your underwear. He circled a digit around your entrance and dragged some of your essence up to your clit. He moaned into your mouth as you sucked greedily on his tongue, your hips pressing into him as he expertly rubbed your bundle of nerves.
Your thighs flexed, and he quickly grabbed one of your legs and lifted it over his own so that he’d be granted full access to your now dripping center. A whimper fell from your parted lips as he slid two of his fingers into your pussy, your walls sucking him in eagerly.
“Please ‘Hiro,” you whined as his long, elegant digits curled masterfully, finding your spot immediately which wasn’t a surprise considering Makki knew your body better than you did.
“I know baby, I know, I’ll make you feel so good, princess,” he murmured against the shell of your ear. He trailed kisses down the side of your jaw, continuing a path down your neck to your pulse point, and your hips jerked as he sucked harshly against your skin. Setting a nice pace, Takehiro’s fingers scissored against your dripping walls, catching that spongy spot deep inside you that had every muscle in your stomach quivering. Already you could feel the tension building as he played your body in a way that would make even the most talented musicians seethe with envy.
“‘H-Hiro, m’close,” you moaned, feeling you nearing your peak. Makki already knew, he could feel the fluttering of your walls as your body gushed out more fluids for him. He hummed against your neck, acknowledging your words as he focused more on your gspot, pressing his fingers against it harshly and in quick succession, just a few more strokes and he knew you’d be squirting out your release.
As he felt your muscles clench, your pussy trying to force his fingers out, he pulled them from you and rubbed quickly over your clit, knowing it would extend your release. You loudly called out his name, your nails digging into his forearm roughly as he slowed his pace, helping you return back down to earth where you laid firmly in his grasp.
“There you go princess, that’s it,” he praised you softly as you regained your bearings and moved your leg off his so you could turn to face him. You watched as he sucked your essence off his fingers and moaned at the taste. Leaning in, you kissed him hungrily, tongues swirled as you both lazily fought for dominance. Your hand slid low between your bodies, brushing against the bulge in his briefs, but he caught your arm and brought your wrist up to his mouth, pacing a gentle kiss on your soft skin.
“Don’t worry about me, I just wanted to take care of you. I missed you this past week so this morning is all about you, okay?” His amber eyes were earnest, conveying his love and radiating comfort. Burrowing into him, you pressed a few kisses against his neck.
I. it’s hot and heavy and dangerous, it’s his breath on your skin, the chills you get when his hands touch your body. it’s the cold beers on hot nights outside, it’s stargazing while holding hands, it’s whispering sweet things in each other’s ear. it’s getting dizzy with love and lust and desire, it’s watching the sun shine through his golden hair, it’s tearing grass apart as you speak of your wildest dreams, it’s running around and laughing like children. it’s picking fights left and right, it’s kissing all your bad moments away, it’s everything about him that makes you lose yourself a little bit. it’s everything that makes you think, this is it. this is who i am supposed to love for eternity.
II. it’s bruises and cuts, it’s fear and leaves falling all around yourself, like your whole world. it’s red and change, it’s everything you’ve always been afraid of, it’s watching him become something new and yet being the same as always. it’s being scared of losing him, it’s losing your grip on him, it’s loving more fiercely than ever. it’s whispers in the night, it’s cold breath between your mouths, it’s watching red lips and warm brown eyes love him too. it’s wishing nothing had changed, it’s loving the new way your hands and mouth feel on his body, it’s hiding more than ever, it’s falling away from him and thinking, this is it. this is how i leave the one person i was destined to be with.
III. it’s cold and it doesn’t forgive, it’s knowing you forgot someone important, it’s blood and blood and blood. it’s trying to fight back but not knowing how to, it’s not feeling your limbs, it’s looking around and seeing all this purity and the blood on your hands. it’s seeing blond hair and feeling warm for the first time, it’s losing who you are, it’s freezing over and over again. it’s watching the snow fall, it’s having memories of a man you don’t know, it’s the heavy feeling of the gun in your hand. it’s red stars and blood stains, it’s knowing this isn’t right, it’s adapting yourself to be like the season, it’s to have your heart made of stone. it’s seeing this man and knowing deep inside who he is, it’s being lethal, it’s him cracking the stone of your heart and revealing the human inside, it’s jumping after him and thinking, this is it. this is what i was born for; to protect him.
IV. it’s a new beginning, it’s the flowers he braids in your hair to remind you you’re not a machine, it’s the sweet kisses after pancakes in bed, it’s birds singing outside. it's relearning everything, it’s soft cat purrs and cuddling, it’s looking at him when he doesn’t see you. it’s feeling at peace, it’s soft knuckles on your cheek, it’s his arms around you after a nightmare. it’s loving freely, it’s picking out flowers for him, it’s the soft taste of strawberries on your tongue. it’s the sweet whispers in your ear, it’s hugs from behind, it’s learning to live in a new world. it’s the wind in your hair, it’s his hand on your neck when he kisses you, it’s human skin and metal intertwined. it’s getting yourself back, it’s being not scared, it’s him falling asleep in your arms, it’s being completely and utterly in love with him and thinking, this is it. this is what i want for the rest of my life.
